Massage Anyone

The small advertisement in the corner of the newspaper was nothing great and it was a wonder that it caught her eye as it did. Maybe this is called destiny.

She was bored to death had counted sheep, tiger, cockroaches, read books, gone through the sleazy CD’s and yet the day dragged on and that’s when she saw the ad. It was for a beauty parlour that promoted massages as part of its services. It seemed an interesting thing to do and she dialed the number more out of a feeling of something to do than anything else.

The phone was picked up on the other end almost on the first ring, quite some attendant she admired mentally. The woman on the other end answered all her queries very solicitously and before she knew she had fixed up for a masseur to come to her home. She kept the phone down feeling adventurous even if it was nothing great it would be the company of a human being for sometime and if the masseur was half as good as those back home she could look forward to some relaxation. God knows she could do with that after the gruesome week at work.

The bell rang sharply in about forty minutes and she once again gave the guys marks for punctuality, the lady on the phone had said someone will come within an hour. She opened the door to find a dark stocky man standing at the gate. Another door-to-door salesman she thought but was she in for a surprise. The man introduced himself as Mohit from the massage parlour.

She had expected a girl not a guy and didn’t know what to do, she opened the door trying to find suitable words to tell him that she had changed her mind. The man walked in and immediately taking off his slippers started to spread a mat on the floor and took out some creams and lotions which he kept at one side. Having finished displaying his wares he looked at her expectantly.

She had to say something now and fast. She cleared her throat hoping her words didn’t sound very foolish but the man beat her to it.

You were not expecting a man were you?

Well, actually no. In my hometown masseurs were always females so I just assumed here too…..

She trailed off not knowing what to say further. He gave a knowing smile and continued.

Well if you are not comfortable with a full body massage maybe you should just do with a head massage and foot rub since you will have to pay the full fee in anycase.

That sounded like a good idea, she was used to men doing that for her in the regular parlours and Mohit when he spoke didn’t seem as scary as he had seemed at first. She agreed with a nod.

He asked the way to the kitchen, went in found a metal bowl came back poured out some oil into it and went back in to heat it up. When he came back she was still sitting on the chair mentally kicking herself for not giving specific details.

Please come and sit here on the mat I will get a better grip and you will feel more relaxed as well.

She followed his advice mutely. Almost flinching at the first contact of his fingers with her scalp she quickly relaxed under the expert way in which he held her neck between two fingers and squeezed and rubbed alternatively making both pain and pleasure shoot up at the same time.

All her tension stayed coiled at the back of the neck and Mohit seemed to know exactly what to do about it. He kneaded his thumbs pressing the warm oil in, a moan escaped her lips. It was the best head massage she ever had in her life she decided within five minutes.

Mohit poured a generous amount of oil and expertly started to massage it into her scalp. His fingers seemed to work magic and without realizing it she closed her eyes and leaned back on him. He continued his ministrations and she was transported to another world. After what seemed an eternity she felt him slowly putting her down on the floor. Before she could protest he moved and was kneeling over her, massaging her forehead. She went back to the dream zone she had barely moved out of.


She regained her consciousness to find him sitting at her feet pouring out a sweet smelling liquid onto his palm. She looked at him wondering what he was upto and he looked up gave her a smile and went to work on her feet.

Her feet had always been the most sensitive part of her body and when he touched them she almost gasped out. He stopped with a look of concern on his face.

Did I hurt you?

She shook her head and spread out her legs almost involuntarily. He was on his knees at the bottom of the mat, she opened her eyes a bit to see what he was doing. It felt ridiculous and exciting at the same time to see a man between her legs and doing nothing but giving her pleasure. Wish lovers could be like this too she thought and grinned inwardly.

He was pulling her toes one by one, twisting them one way and then the other and it was all she could do to not moan again. Too much pleasure can also be difficult to handle.
She realised her nightie was hitched up to mid-thigh and she wondered if he could see her privates.

She twiddled with the idea of what he would be like in bed, seemed like a strong guy, his body seemed to be so supple, as if drenched in the oil and creams he was massaging into her sore feet. He seemed unmoved by all the intimate touches; it’s his job she reminded herself. But still it was a difficult thing to swallow for her; she was more used to men who wanted to touch her under any pretext.

As she went over all the lovers she had in the past from the fast and furious wham-bam-thank you-mam types to the slow and steady taking a whole night to climax, to those who were memorable only for the look of utter gratitude they gave her for allowing them to touch her, she saw Mohit’s hands move up her legs to her knees, he looked up for her reaction then finding none went on with his work.

By now her panties had started soaking through with the juices which seeped from deep inside. She settled into a more comfortable position and raised her right leg which Mohit was lavishing with all the care in the world; he caught the leg and firmly placed it feet first on his chest and went on with the massage.

This brought her body closer to his and her curiosity was finally rewarded by an accidental brush of his thing with her thigh and she could feel the bulge through the cotton trousers he wore….